Sunset Graze

Word came to cowpuncher Dave Wallace that his friend Tip Macy had frozen to death in a blizzard. Wallace knew it was a damn lie. Thats why he had a chip on his shoulder and a .44 at his side when he rode into town. But all that got him was a fast trip to the hoosegow on a trumped-up murder charge. With the hanging tree waiting he had two chances of staying alive: slim and none. Then Lady Luck upped his odds. Her name was Beth...a gal hardhearted and pretty and his last hope of getting free to hunt a killer down.